"Let Me Rephrase"
by T'Riva

"I do not know, my wife," Sarek said, tonelessly, noncommittally as he focused on the computer screen.

Amanda suspected he hadn't been listening.  "You don't know, my husband?" 

"Let me be more precise," Sarek said, one brow rising.  "I do not care."

"I am standing here with a wet, soapy sponge which might soon accelerate across the room in the direction of your head."

Sarek sighed and swallowed.  "Let me rephrase."

"I thought as much," Amanda smirked.

"I do not care, it appears, as much as I should."

The sponge flew.

Sarek ducked.

Sarek's computer screen was cleaner for it.



The End